Brick

by Trixie Brewster

  “Okay, Korey, tell the man what you want.” Grams told me with her soft voice.

  “I want a star.” I pulled out the drawing paper that I had drawn out. Handing it the man he looked from me to the paper.

  “Is that so.” The big man covered in tattoos and piercings asked me. I was mesmerized by the amount of tattoos he had. Although he was much older than me, it was sexy he had so many tattoo and piercings. I knew right then and there, that there would be no stopping at one.

  “Yep, for my mom and dad.” I tried to keep the emotions out of my voice. It still hurt knowing they were gone. But I needed to be strong. Grams told me that she thought getting the tattoo would help me cope with my loss.

  The tattoo was quick and easy leaving me with a beautiful star full of color. I wore it proudly. During the tattoo the man gave me an idea that I never put into action, even my brother tried to get me to do it. I didn’t want to sell my artwork for other people to wear.

  “Welcome to Sinner’s Ink can I help you?” I heard Romeo’s deep voice call somewhere in the shop. I smiled, uh huh Romeo you definitely need help. “Yeah, I need an appointment please.” I said, he probably didn’t hear me. I have always hated to yell, it just seemed disrespectful. I heard some movement in the back and decided to just wait him out. I looked at all the work posted on the walls. It was pretty obvious that these were some good pieces. The tile in the shop was standard black and white tile. There was a red couch off to the side. There was an extra wall off to the right that was painted black that held more tattoo designs. The front of the shop there was a glass case full of barbells and tattoo and piercing aftercare products.

  I wondered toward the artist notebook. One said Whiskey and the other said Brick. I opened up Whiskey’s notebook and was shocked to see my Gram’s one and only tattoo staring at me. A pin up girl, a witch sitting on a broom stick with stars behind her. I traced the image as tears tried to make their way out of my eyes.

  “Most women don’t take to well to a busty pin up girl.” He said from close by. I jerked my head up and smiled. “Well, it might surprise you that this was my Grams tattoo.” He laughed a small laugh. “Your joking. Right?” I eyed him for a second. Surely, he had seen women get tattoos like this one.

  “Nope, I’m sure not, she had it on her forearm for the whole world to see.” I traced my forearm where she had the tattoo placed. She did too, that woman was a nut. But I love nuts, so it was all good.

  “Huh, pretty ballsy for a woman to get one.” He took on his defensive stance again. I wanted to roll my roll my eyes and smack him. He irritated me to no end and turned me on at the same time. That surely wasn’t a healthy mix and I didn’t even know his name. But I needed to keep my irritation at bay, I wanted a job after all.

  “Yeah she had a pretty big set of balls on her, about a DD size set.” I still wondered how I got left out of the equation. My mom had big ol’ titties and me well I got the little itty bitty set. He looked at my chest and smiled. “Yeah, big boy I know I got left out, you aint gotta rub it in.” He shook his head without a smile and shifted his weight from one leg to the other and flexed his big tatted up biceps. He just pulled a fucking power pose on me. Damn the luck.

  “Anyways, you got an appointment slot open?” I generally didn’t feel nervous around the opposite sex. But I was beginning to think my luck was running out and fast. I needed a job to feel like I was doing something right.

  He pulled out a black journal and flipped the pages. “Yeah, I sure do, next month. I can put you down for June 15th at one in the afternoon. You want it?” He didn’t even look up at me when he asked. He fumbled around for a pen, I pulled one out of my purse and slapped down on the glass counter. “Found one.” I said as sweetly as I could without sounding overly nervous. Damn the man, and his big muscles and tattoos, and his beautiful face. I locked eyes with him, god his eyes were beautiful. Brown with flecks of green and gold. His face was all man. He had a slight five o’clock shadow going on. Dark hair that I wanted to fun my hands through. His lips looked so soft and full. Ten years, ten years, ten years I chanted in my head.

  “Uh, thanks. You know anyone that needs a job?” He asked as he put his head down to write in the book.

  “Yeah, I actually do, I need one.” He snapped his head up at me and cocked it to the side, his eyes narrowed. He reminded me of a predator sizing up its prey. I didn’t know whether to run or tell him to come and get it. Fuck what is wrong with me?

  “Uh huh, and why should I give you the job?” Damn he looks like I pissed in his cheerios.

  “Well, I am good with people.” I smiled at him hoping to at least get the scowl off his face. I didn’t like that he kept glaring at me like I was someone not to be trusted. He didn’t even know me. Well I guess he shouldn’t trust me, I’m over here think about ten different ways for him to fuck me.

  “I need to find someone to schedule appointments and answer phones. Can you do that?” He sounded pissed off that I would even ask for a damned job. Maybe I didn’t need this job that bad.

  Didn’t I just tell him I was good with people. “Yes, I am sure I could handle answering a phone and making appointments. But I doubt you will take my word for it.” I gave him another smile. Grams always said to kill them with kindness. It is easier to attract a bee to honey than to shit.

  “Ninety-day probation. No benefits, no 401K, hours are from ten to six. Sundays and Mondays off. Any questions?” He is still in his don’t mess with me stance. Naturally I have to push, I do my best thinking pose, where I tap my index finger against my chin. “Hmm, let me see…does that mean I get a shot at the job?” he gives me a slight smile, just barley there, but damn it does wonders to my lady parts.

  “Yeah, I’ll give you a shot. Starting tomorrow, ten o’clock not a minute later.” I want to jump up for joy and do a victory dance. It has been so long since I have had a job, I want to feel like I am doing something to contribute to my surviving on my own. Give my kids something to look up to, other than a stay at home mom. They need to know about work ethics, they need to see that their mom works to take care of them. I don’t want my kids to think that money grows on trees, but that it has to be earned.

  “Thank you, so much. I won’t disappoint you.” I say excitedly. I inwardly hope that this was a good idea. Something about him makes me a little more nervous than I should be. I give myself a mental shake. It’s just because you did an interview it has nothing to do with how bad you want his lips on you, or that you already planned on how to fuck him.

  “Time will tell.” He said as he went back to the room he came from. Well, alright then. Guess that means I am dismissed. Turning away from the glass counter I will be manning tomorrow. I all but run back to the apartment to give Amy and my kids the exciting news. I can’t wait to start my way to freedom and become a working mom. I guess some moms wish they could be a stay at home, but even though I have the finances to keep us going for the next few years. I want my kids to be proud of me when they get older.

  Chapter 4

  Brick

  Hiring Blaze’s sister Korey was not what I was planning on doing. But Blaze and I had talked more about his sister last night. “Man, just hear me out. Korey is going to need a job. Not that she needs one, but she might want one.” I raised my eyebrows at him. So, the little bitch needs a job so what. “So, what are you trying to say brother? That I need to find her one or some shit?” It’s not that I wouldn’t help a bother out, but I try and steer clear of the opposite sex. Women from my experience want more than a good time, they start to want more, flowers, poems, admittance to love and a fucking ring. They are generally only good for one thing and one thing only. But hell, I never had any siblings growing up. Just my old man, my ma, and me. My old man was good to my ma. Being the president of the MC meant he had to keep us safe from whatever threat that was going on at the time. My ma was a good woman. She didn’t bitch about him not being there, nope she took in stride. My old Man, Bear, he never cheated on h
er, he steered clear of the club girls and knew where his head was going to lay every night. I respected him for that. I got to see how a woman should be treated when it was time to settle down. But the problem I run into is that I haven’t found my match yet. I ain’t looking either. Being in my thirties I don’t plan on finding someone either.

  I may have grown up without siblings, but the club gave me plenty of brothers to keep me on my damned toes. Knowing that I would take a bullet for one of my club brothers is one thing. I have never thought about taking a bullet for someone out of the club. Blaze asking me to help his sister out, is something I have never given any thought, his sister is now family by him being in the club. So, try as I might I planned on helping her, no problems, keeping my dick to myself should be easy, right. As soon as she opened her mouth tonight and spoke my cock was in attendance. She was soft spoken but firm.

  “No, brother. Not find her one. But she might ask about your help wanted sign. She has worked with people before.” He shrugged his shoulders and took a drink of his beer. We came back to the clubhouse to drink a few before heading out. I thought back to the way Korey handled herself when Snake made his little comment. She was definitely a spitfire that was for sure. She was subtle but she put Snake in his place quickly. She was a cute little bitch, has pink hair and curves in the right places, she had nice curvy body too, and an ass that was more than a handful. What she lacked on her tits she made up for in ass. My cock was hardening thinking about all the things I could do to her. I palmed my cock under the table, fuck I don’t need this right now. I looked around and saw Ginger at the pool table. Her eyes locked on me and smiled.

  “Well if she does, and if and only if she can prove to me that she can work in my shop, I might hire her.” Doubtful that she could prove herself. I am not against women in the tattoo industry, hell many women have proven their selves to be master ink slingers. But that is not what I am looking for. I’m looking for someone to schedule appointments, answer phones and be on the front lines of the office setting. I need someone to keep the assholes at bay, someone that tell some people to fuck off. I take most clients no problems, but a few drunks find their way in. I refuse to tattoo drunks and people that are high. I have some standards. I laugh at the irony. The president of a one percent motorcycle club that has standards.

  “Brick, you looking for a good time tonight, baby?” Ginger asks me as she runs her fake nails down my arm. The way she whines the word baby, automatically my cock takes offense and deflates. I take a good look at her. she had a bad red dye job. I generally like women who don’t care about the social norms. Like dying their hair, tattooed and pierced. Something about a woman who gives two middle fingers to the normal people. Ginger used to have her hair dyed all sorts of colors when she found out that I liked that sort of shit. but now she had tamed her locks with a simple red. Looking at her face, she looks older than she should be.

  “Nah, Ginger not tonight.” I shrug her off my arm. She whines. “Brick, baby come one. I can give you what you want.” The whine, god I hate it when women whine and beg, biggest turn off in my book.

  “And I am sure another brother will give you that ride too.” I turn back to Blaze as she makes her way over to the pool tables and saddles up to Jag. Jag smiles and takes her up the stairs to his apartment.

  “Damn, Prez, I ain’t ever seen you turn down pussy.” Blaze whistles low. I shrug my shoulders and get up. “I’m gonna head home for the night.” I rap my knuckles on the table and head out to my bike.

  ***

  “Well I need one.” Blaze’s sister is telling me the next morning. Damn Blaze was right, she might not need a job but she put herself out there. I am thinking about it. She had the most beautiful smile, she might be good for business. Her short pink hair, she is smiling too damn much though. But it might be good for business. I’m trying to give her my best don’t fuck with me attitude watching her. She is trying her best to make me smile I know this attitude. I make her slightly uncomfortable. My old man always said the best way to find a snake in the fold was to keep the asshole facade up.

  “I need someone to schedule appointments and answer the phone. Can you handle that?” Her smile never falters as she tells me something about me not taking her word. But my brain is in a fog. Taking in her face. She is cute little thing. Her face is round with blue eyes, even bluer than her brothers. Her eyebrows are arched slightly, a pert little nose that looks like it may have been broken once. Her lips are pink with a slight glisten to it, my cock would look awesome sliding over that plump lower lip of hers. The things I could do to make a mow moan come out of her. I bet her pussy lips are a beautiful pink too. My cock is automatically hard thinking about all the shit I could do to her. fuck I want her under me and soon.

  “Ninety-day probation, no benefits, not 401K, hours are from ten to six, Sundays and Monday’s off, any questions?” I hear my mouth blurt out before my brain can stop it. Fuck what am I doing. Hiring her will be fucking torture. This is my best friends sister, and all I can think about is fucking her senseless.

  She taps her chin a few times and tilts her head to the side like she is thinking about it. That little pose is my cock’s undoing. My cock is straining against my zipper, fuck I have never had a woman to just tap her fucking chin making me feel like I am a teenager again.

  “Hmm, let me see…does that mean I get a shot at the job?” fuck I can’t help but to give her a slight smile. Hopefully I can keep this strictly as employer and employee type relationship. “Yeah, I’ll give you a shot. Starting tomorrow, ten o’clock not a minute later.” I bark out. I hate people that are late. But fuck if I can’t help it, she tried to keep the excitement from her expression when she tells me. “Thank you, so much. I won’t disappoint you.” She looks like she wants to jump for joy but keeps it under wraps. It so fucking cute my cock expresses it appreciation, by thumping against my zipper.

  “Time will tell.” I tell her as I turn around and go back to my little office, that is my tattoo room. Fuck I run my palm against my jeans. God, I have never wanted to fuck a woman so bad. I can see me bending her over the glass case and fucking her hard from behind. Running my hands through her short pink hair and pulling her head back. I bet she moans loudly taking as good as she gets. The bell above the door rings me out of my little fantasy I have going in my head. “Welcome to Sinner’s Ink” I yell as I try to get my cock under control.

  Chapter 5

  Korey

  After I had told Amy that I would be taking here up on the babysitting, she jumped for joy for me. Sadie and Sean joined in on our little celebration. “Mama, you got a job. How awesome!” Sadie exclaimed the joy in her little eight-year-old features made me smile. Sean was jumping with his new motorcycle.

  “Well what are the times?” Amy asked me.

  “Ten to six Tuesday through Saturday. I have Sunday and Monday’s off. I’m so excited.” I was barely able to keep the excitement out of my voice. Sure, it was a reception job, but I was going to be working in a tattoo shop. Maybe I could help out and draw some of the stencils for Brick.

  “This Saturday there is going to be a big party at the clubhouse. You guys should come and celebrate with us.” Amy beamed at me. My smile faded as I thought about the last party I had went to. It was nine years ago. I should have known something was wrong then. That was the night Sadie was conceived. Not the best night in my life that was for sure.

  Amy must have seen the darkness cross my face. “It will be fun. Sometimes the party gets a little wild, but there will be kids there. Plus, you have a new job to celebrate.” Amy smiled and laughed as my kids yelled with excitement. My phone rang in the back ground. Picking it up and looking at the screen it was my brother calling.

  Walking to the balcony in my room I took the call. “Hey Mav what’s up?”

  “Did you find a job yet?” There was smile in his voice. I should have known that Romeo would have called him. They were brothers after all.

  “Yeah, I did
actually. You are talking to the new Sinner’s ink receptionist.” I said with a smile.

  “Well that was quick, hey listen this Saturday we are having a party. I want you and kids to come out. Plenty for you to celebrate.” His deep voice had a smile in it. He was right, it wasn’t like anyone would bother me at the party anyway.

  “Sure, I would love to. Uh, Blaze what should I wear?” I ask not sure what I should wear. Do I wear leather, pants and mini skirt? Is there even a dress code for the women?

  “Just wear something you want to Sis. There isn’t a dress code. Jeans and a tee shirt would be just fine. Korey and Congrats on landing the job.” I feel my checks heat up. I think back to the last job I had. It was nine years ago. I was nineteen, working at the local grocery store. We had just gotten married. I never told my Grams or Maverick what happened at the party. I was too embarrassed to tell them. Then the next week I lost my job. I felt dirty, I felt like it was my fault. Sure, Sadie resembles me, but to an extent that is where the similarities stop. She is my mini me and I am glad for that. Paul knew what was going to happen. I know because I found out two years ago that he planned on it happening.

  “Thanks Mav. I just know I am going to love it.” I will, the sight of my boss is not so bad either. God is he hot. Well over six foot, maybe six-six so much taller than me. I have never wanted another man the way I want him. But he is my boss and my brother’s President of the local MC. I don’t want to do anything to screw that up. I didn’t really get a good look at him last night, but this morning. Damn, that I all I have to say to that. He is a man, screaming sex on two legs, a bet a night with him would ruin me for another man. I just know he would.

  I shake my head at that thought, ten more years and then maybe if he is still available, I can give him a try. I will be what thirty nine not to old, right. Shit who am I kidding, I am not even his type. I bet his type is dark haired beauty’s with long legs taller than my little five foot five. Probably a woman that knows her worth too, not someone like me that tells society norms to fuck off.